“When your body gets too cold, your enzymes become inactive. It’s only a matter of time before all my organs stop functioning. Goodbye, cruel world.” She coughed dramatically, as if she were really dying. “Jack,” she croaked. “Jack!”
“Are you reenacting Titanic?”
“Jack…I’m so cold.” From there she broke into song. “I’m so cold. I’m so cold…wahoo-ooo. I’ve got this ice-box where my heart—”
“Jasmin, shut up!” He didn’t know whether to laugh or scream in frustration. “You’re so fucking annoying. I can’t deal with you anymore.”
He got out of bed and took his blankets with him. Shaking it out, he laid it neatly over her bed. She popped her head out from under the covers. “What are you doing?”
“Move over.” He lifted the covers and she was still looking at him in utter confusion. “If I have to listen to you for one more second, I’m gonna punch you in the throat. So. Move. Over.”
“There’s your Triple S aggression again.”
She didn’t argue further and shifted as much as she could. It was a single bed so there wasn’t much space once he climbed in behind her.
“Oh, this is nice.” She shifted until her back was flush against his chest, trying to steal as much warmth from him as possible. “This is what my pick-up line was all about, Kevin. You are now sharing your hotness with me. Heat is naturally flowing from a warm body to a cold one. I love thermodynamics.”
“Me too. Now will you shut up and go to sleep?”
“Yes.” She pulled his arm around her, letting out a small sigh, and he could feel her melting against him.
She was starting to relax, but he…he was starting to stiffen in not so discreet places. Her juicy ass was pressed against his pelvis and he exhaled slow breaths, willing himself to not get hard. It didn’t work. He should have maybe put more thought into this before he jumped into bed with her. It didn’t matter that she was wearing the most unenticing pajamas in the world, he knew what was underneath them. And it didn’t help that every breath he inhaled was soaked in strawberries. For a minute he thought she didn’t notice, but then he felt her stiffen too.
“What…what is that?” She reached behind her and took hold of the rigidness poking her in the back.
“Fuck,” he murmured. He shut his eyes, pulling his lips in to stop a groan. “It’s my dick, Jazz.”
“Oh.” She sounded surprised, like she’d never felt a hard cock before.
Did she not feel it while they were making out, or when he had her pinned against the bathroom basin? Then again, he’d been hard before he even touched her. Maybe she thought that’s how he felt all the time. A normal person’s reaction would be to immediately remove the offending hand, but this was Jasmin.
If the moment wasn’t awkward enough already, she rubbed her palm up and down the length of him. “It doesn’t feel…small…or even…” She rubbed a little more and this time he couldn’t stop a groan. “I don’t even think it’s…average. And I’m an expert now. I’ve seen stripper dick.”
She was so casual about it, not having a clue what she was doing to him.
“Thanks.” It came out as a soft pant. His fingers twisted in the pillowcase for no other reason but to keep his hand restrained. “Can you stop playing with it now?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.” She moved her hand, placing it over his arm that was still around her waist. He didn’t have to see her face to know that questions were coming. “Why…why does it do that? Like…what does it mean? Does it mean you…wanna have sex?”
“No!” He needed to douse that curiosity before it led to something more. “A penis has a life of its own. Right now my dick knows that there’s a luscious, female ass pressed against it, so…he’s just saying hello. Nothing to get excited about.”
“How courteous,” she teased. “Is this a flirtatious hello? Does he…like me?”
“It’s not you. Guys get boners for anything. If he watches a gum commercial and the girl has a nice mouth, he’s hard. If the fucking wind blows in the right direction, he’s hard. All right? It’sreallynothing to get excited about.”
“Hmmm.” She pensively looked around the room. “Well…I don’t see…a gum commercial.”
He rolled his eyes and tried not to smile. “Please just be quiet and go to sleep.”
After sucking her finger, she stuck it above her head to test the air. “And I don’t feel…a draft.”
“Would you just drop it?” he snickered, muffling the sound in her hair.
“So I’m guessing that…it’s all me.”
“Shut up.”
“I did that,” she stated proudly. “I got your dick on H, Kevin.”
